#eddie munson x male realder

[canislupus-exe]

Good Boy | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, hair pulling, praise

word count | 1,412

keys | none

summary | look im just saying it cause we're all thinking it okay. eddie munson likes his hair being pulling. and i need a fic about it. top m reader bottom eddie on all fours (since you do multiple vers you could have the f reader peg him idk tho just a suggestion) in the beggining theyre just making out and the reader pulls his hair without realizing and eddie gives the WHINIEST moan ever and the reader is so into it and yeah nothing too hardcore maybe even some praise too i feel like hed be into that

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You exhaled through your nose as you pressed your lips against Eddie’s. His hands were gripped on your waist and yours were draped on his shoulders. The quiet tune of the radio rang in the back of your mind but you were far too preoccupied with your boyfriend to register what was playing.

You could feel his hard-on nestled underneath you, begging to be freed from his jeans. His fingers gripped your waist harder as your hips slid up and down in an attempt to rouse him even further. You could practically feel his heart beating through his ribcage as your hands traveled up his chest.

You pulled away to look at him, in all his glory. His lips were puffy from how long you’d been making out and his cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose pink. He blinked a slight haze from his eyes and smiled, which you rushed to return.

“You’re the prettiest boy on Earth Eddie.” You muttered, going back in for another kiss.

“Quit it.” He said with a smile. You shook your head, lips still attached to his.

“I mean it. You’re so pretty…” You replied. Your hands moved from his chest and up his neck, finding your fingers entangled in his messy locks.

“The prettiest.” You whispered in between bouts of pulling your lips away. You could feel him twitching in his jeans and his breathing becoming more strangled.

Without thinking, you tightened your grip on the roots of his hair, giving it a slight tug. His breath caught in his throat, and a melodic sound met your ears. Eddie's fingers gripped you tighter as he whimpered from the feeling of his hair being pulled.

You pulled away and stared at him, fingers still in his strands. He stared back at you, seemingly just as surprised by the noise that had come out of his throat as you were. His chest rose and fell at a rate you weren’t sure you’d seen before.

“Did you just-”

“I don’t know.” He cut you off with a quickness, but you could see a sort of glint in his eyes. You bit your lip, and pulled again, slightly harder this time. The moan that came out of his lips was so pornographic that a chill ran down your spine.

“Holy fuck.” You whispered, staring at him with a look of bemusement. He stared back, eyes wide, but cock so hard you thought it might pop the button on his jeans.

“You like your hair being pulled.” You stated, so matter of factly you'd think you had known that for years. He opened his mouth to respond, but you felt the need to tease him further, so instead of letting him speak, you pulled his hair again, eliciting another one of those whiny moans that were starting to make you feel lightheaded with pure lust. 

“Oh, you’re in for one now sweetheart.” You whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before pushing him so he was lying on his back. He stared up at you with wide eyes as you straddled him.

You did quick work of both of your clothes, wasting no time teasing him any longer. Sure enough, his poor cock was standing at attention, tip leaking pre-cum already. You smirked and kissed his neck, his collarbones, then down his chest and stomach, and paused just before you got to his dick. You looked up at him and smiled, kissing back up where you had kissed down. You could hear how heavy his breathing was when you whispered into his ear.

“I’m on top tonight.” You said, backing up so you could reach over and fumble with the bedside table’s drawer. You grabbed a bottle of lube and saw his face flush further. You popped open the cap and squeezed a decent helping onto your middle and ring fingers.

You gently pressed your lubed fingertips to his entrance, and he jolted at the cold sensation. It was nothing he wasn’t used to, but it still made him jump every time. You were gentle with him at first, as always, but when his breathing began to pick up its pace so did your fingers. Once you decided he was properly stretched and equally pent up, you pulled your fingers out and drizzled a little more lube on your palm.

You laid it against your shaft and shuttered at its temperature. The cool liquid mixed with the pleasure of stroking yourself made your spine tingle. He watched your hand work its way up and down your cock, feeling his twitch with excitement. After you were substantially hard and coated in lube, you leaned over and kissed him.

“Hands and knees sweetheart.” You whispered in his ear. The firm assertion in your tone made him weak and warm in the face, so he did as he was told. Turning around and bending over, giving you full access to his ass.

But he did one further. He didn’t just get on his hand and knees. Instead, he placed his weight on his chest, arching his back to give you ample room to pound into him It was so hot that it sent an intense full-body shiver straight down your spine. You were so wrapped up in your lust that you spoke without thinking.

“You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen baby.” You whispered, grabbing his hips and pulling him toward you. He whimpered as he felt the head of your cock press against his entrance. You bit your lip as you began to push in further, watching his fists grip the sheets.

“You’re taking me so good baby. Being such a good boy for me.” You moaned at the feeling of him gripping your shaft tighter. 

“Fuck baby you like that? You like when I call you my good boy?” You ask, bottoming out inside of him. He whimpers and furiously nods his head. You smirk and lean over, tangling your fingers in his hair again and pulling at the roots. 

“Use your words baby.” You say, keeping one hand tugging at his hair and the other affixed on his waist, pulling him back onto you. He whimpered again, opening his mouth to speak but a few moans stumbled out by chance.

“Y-yes… More.” He groaned, his breathing heavy. You did as he asked, picking up your pace and fucking him harder.

“Like your hair being pulled and like taking it up the ass like a god boy. Such a good fucking boy for me baby.” You groaned, your voice a deep growl unlike it had ever been before. He was gasping and tightening around your cock, so much so that you were finding it almost challenging to continue to thrust. The lube aided you greatly.

You continued fucking him to his limit, watching him shake with pleasure underneath you as you surely made his roots sore. He gasped and let out such a loud moan that you knew where your cock was aiming. Straight for his prostate. And he did not let you forget it. Every thrust brought up a whimper of no contest, and after a few more pounds into his ass, he was begging.

“Please please please. I want to cum please let me cum.” He leaned into your touch as the words spilled from his mouth in hot desperation. You groaned and moved faster than you ever have. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking it to the sound of his pleading.

“Be a good boy and cum for me, Eddie. Wanna feel how tight you can get on my cock.” You groaned, leaning over his back to fuck him faster.

With one arm tucked under his body and the other still pulling his hair, you thrust your hips over and over, pushing him to the brink. His body seized up and moans began to spill from his mouth as he clenched tight around you. Strings of cum shot from his cockhead and you shivered, the immense tightness of his hole and the sight of him losing himself proved to be too much for you. 

You groaned as your hips stuttered, releasing your load of cum inside of him. He whimpered at the feeling and continued to shake, overwhelmed by the pleasure and feeling of you emptying out inside of him. He gasped for air, letting the weight of his body fall onto the bed.

“Was I… g-good?”

“You were so good, baby. Such a good boy.”